Leave them lights as they are and keep your clothes on I've had more than my fill Of whiskey and women and good-hearted villains But there's a wickedness in me still Keep that gun locked away, locked away boy Well, you know you're an angry young man Going in town with six rounds you're sure to be hell bound That house you've got is built on the sand I've been living on the sand Don't take much to guide my hand Far from promised land, on the sand Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water When you're jumping the bridge in the night Forgive me, forgive me don't it sound more clear When I'm screaming day after day I've lost all my patience, I'm wasted on waiting on Making my next mistake I've been living on the sand Don't take much to guide my hand Far from promised land, on the sand I've been living on the sand Don't take much to guide my hand Far from promise land, on the sand